and the only solution was to stand and fight
The elements were easy possessions for him; fire and water instilled in his blood, air and earth contorted rapidly through Caido mechanisms and means, as familiar as breathing. To unleash the flames was nothing, one rapid strike from another, warming the area while the bodies were desecrated, fallen to ash and bone in the snow. The first denial of healing went with a nod, absorbed in his task –
The thereafter though, had it not been so grim and barbaric, might have invoked another laugh out of him. Instead he snorted, watching the bestial display as this Theea seemed to gain confidence, intrepidness, and then daring all in one fell swoop – though, clearly, not without some kind of mishap. Which seemed to be the way the majority of the time around here.
“Let me know if it is not effective.” Then they’d have to come up with something else. No stranger to scars and their tales, he nodded once more, sending Zuriel over. The unicorn was a proud, haughty thing, a demeanor borne from well before they’d ever bonded, and her steel grey form slid over the snow with elegance, precision, and intended might. But despite the queenly exterior, she didn’t roll her eyes at the youth, and instead lowered her head, so the point of her horn might touch upon the wounded arm.
The thereafter though, had it not been so grim and barbaric, might have invoked another laugh out of him. Instead he snorted, watching the bestial display as this Theea seemed to gain confidence, intrepidness, and then daring all in one fell swoop – though, clearly, not without some kind of mishap. Which seemed to be the way the majority of the time around here.
“Let me know if it is not effective.” Then they’d have to come up with something else. No stranger to scars and their tales, he nodded once more, sending Zuriel over. The unicorn was a proud, haughty thing, a demeanor borne from well before they’d ever bonded, and her steel grey form slid over the snow with elegance, precision, and intended might. But despite the queenly exterior, she didn’t roll her eyes at the youth, and instead lowered her head, so the point of her horn might touch upon the wounded arm.
DEIMOS
